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Obsidian Forest
I inhaled deeply as I watched her, captivated, wondering what I should do next. She was evidently ready for whatever I wanted to do to her. I pressed my fingers into her a bit, listening to her croon out happily. How could she possibly be enjoying this, when I had tied her so obscenely, and she had, until now, wanted to kill me? Was this instinct? Did she accept me since I had beaten her? I looked at her glistening sex, thinking intently. I wanted this too. I wanted to pleasure her. I laid on my back with my head on her calves, and slid up slowly. I brought my head up, upside down under her hips, and touched my cold black nose pad to her glistening sex. She gasped loudly, and tired to press back, and I pressed forward obligingly with my head, spreading her glistening labia around my nose slightly. She quivered all over and moaned long and plaintively. I slowly, tenderly slid my tongue into her sex, my hands sliding down to my shaft, as I began to stroke myself, spreading my thick, slippery pre-cum over my thick cock. I felt it pulsing in my hands as I slowly, carefully pressed my tongue into the trembling, pleasure-laden vixen. She brought her tail down to caress over my chest and face, as i began to lick her deeply. I let the back of my tongue slide hard over her clit, as I pressed the fully length that I could into her tight, clenching mound. She was already incredibly wet, that tangy sweet nectar dripping down my muzzle as I began to work her more eagerly. I tingled all over as I groaned, slipping my tongue in and out a bit faster, listening to her growing cries of intense wanting. My hand moved faster now, sliding over the tip of my cock, and down the shaft. I wanted to make her cum so bad. I would let this sweet vixen know that I was not mean, and she would have a good memory of meeting me. I pumped my tongue as fast as my hand, hearing her growls and grunts and cries getting louder and more insistent. I groaned deeply, feeling my own pleasure mounting. I wanted to outlast her.. I wanted to be fully aroused, and my nerves on end when she climaxed. I wanted to enjoy her pleasure to the fullest. She wasn’t far off though, I could tell. She was panting, and holding her breath on occasion, squeaking with stifled pleasure, as she would tremble, obviously trying to milk the pleasure from this and cum before I had a chance to change my mind and do something that wasn’t this pleasurable. “Yes, vixy.. Cum for me! Cum all over my face!” I cried, slapping her clit with my tongue, then burying it, hooking it forward inside her, and rasping it over a slightly rough patch deep inside her. The vixen flexed her muscles, and her cunny squeezed my tongue hard, as she wailed loudly into the leaves, probably getting a mouthful of them, as her hot juices gushed down my tongue, into my muzzle, over my face, down my neck, oh god everywhere! I cried out in pleasure, nearly exploding in my own hands as I stroked my cock frantically. I slowed down a bit, licking her, tasting her, savoring every second, as she grunted, then began to whimper at the administrations of my tongue on her overly-sensitive, burning little clit. I got up, trembling, and moved around in front of her on my knees, my thick shaft still dripping pre heavily from the tip. “Curos?” she said, looking at me sweetly, looking at me with an adorable face. I grasped my aching cock again, stroking softly rapidly, my hand sliding back and forth easily with my slick juices. She watched intently, looking a little drunk in her settling afterglow. My face and neck were soaked. “It’s okay, vixy..” I panted, “You can have some too.” I said, feeling so wonderfully during all this, but since she had coated my face, I was gonna get hers. She watched, wagging her tail slowly, as I thrust my hips into my stroking, suddenly grunting, as I felt myself slip over the edge, and hot, thick spurts of salty seed splashed across her muzzle, making her close her eyes, crying out in delight, as I unloaded my heavy sack over her face, ears, and shoulders. She crooned and wriggled in her binds, as I gushed heavily all over her. I had no memories of any other time that I had pleasured myself or been with another girl, but I was sure that I had never cum this hard before. I leaned forward, panting heavily, dizzy, as I looked at her glistening black cum-soaked coat, and petted her weakly. She looked kind of sleepy as well. I carefully untied her, but she didn’t get up, she just rolled onto her side, lazily. I stretched out alongside her. If she was in a bad mood, and wanted to kill me when we woke up, I didn’t really care. I went to sleep at her side.
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